Get Lifted

Uh-huh Yeah One two, one two Smokin blunts Mad Dog 20/20 We gonna get funky I grab the forty rip off the skirt Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks When shit's thick and no time to think Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct I puff a L and drink some liquor Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhf**kin sticker As God as my witness, with the sickness Of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus My perpetual rebel intellectual Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either I float simply with the canibus setiva As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures And graphic opponents like Pica*so paint in pictures If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head Once said by a Ph.D med Legalize and I'll advertise, 'cause Yeah("I get lifted") Roll a Phillie and get Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk") Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted") Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") This the real deal not a publicity stunt I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher I've been to college but to be truthfully frank Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't bullshittin You can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that Yeah("I get lifted") Roll a Phillie and get Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk") Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted") Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") Step into this intersection and take this rap I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capers Smokin herb, and the bible papers But how does it feel when you got no fire? And kyant pa*s fi dutchie pon de leffhand side What the f**k? Who the f**k wanna f**k With the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus So kid, pa*s that bomb trom word bond So I can toke it with more wins than a python Different Strokes for different folks He like the chocolate thai You like to float with the green skunky smoke Roll up a fat one and pa*s it around Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word Yeah("I get lifted") Roll a Phillie and get Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk") Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted") Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") Yeah("I get lifted") Roll a Phillie and get Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk") Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted") Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") "Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit? He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the f**k his name is "